like motion in slow motion

like the almost-there graze

of the beloved’s wrist upon the cheek

like slow deep un-silent breath slipping like silk into sleep


neither here nor there

colour discoloured discovered

neither black nor white but both and none


neither shade nor silhouette

not shadow nor hue

but fickle unlike me

and so terribly like you.

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